I buried your heart
one fine spring day
and planted
a sighing rose
above it.
Perhaps some
would water it
with tears and fragments
of memories and sorrow,
but not I.
Pain is but trickery
and loss but a product.
What tears have I
for passing time?
Fearlessness is my virtue
and laughter my answer.
I am twilight
and my eyes are twinkling.
I buried your heart
one fine spring day
and planted
a sighing rose
above it.
My heart turns to stone;
it serves as a marker for you.
Fear not,
for it is time.
An enjoyable piece of love poetry, truly positive writing!
Ms. Gamble: This is terrific work, and I particularly like the attitude expressed. Strong, independent, and emphatically committed to growth. Many thanks! -G
Good. Strongly written. Brave girl you are to voice such inner complexions. keep on, bekah...! ~~sjg
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done dear poet ................